Think of the concept of a threshold.
Yours simply wasn’t met, it seems. But it’s a roll of the dice every time you do it.
Only if you look at that glass of glorified grape juice and see a hand grenade. It's not nearly so scary or dramatic.
And for the record, I'm Evangelical, but my in-laws are Baptist, and very devout. But they see nothing wrong with an occasional glass of wine, and I've never seen either of them drunk.